Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

The car drove towards the setting sun, heading in the direction of the school.

……

By the time the car stopped at the school gate, it was completely dark.

Streetlights illuminated both sides of the road, casting warm halos that made the frozen leaves on the ground stand out clearly.

Poetry, wine, and Narita Road all got off the car together.

Watanabe waved through the car window, then drove away, his taillights fading into the night.

The two walked side by side on the path leading to the dormitory building. Because it was night and no one was around, their footsteps were exceptionally clear.

Naritaji took off his sports jacket and draped it over his arm.

The girl's soft hair shimmered gently under the streetlights, and her golden ponytail swayed lightly with her steps.

"Thank you so much for today, Mr. Jiu."

Narita suddenly spoke, the girl's clear voice standing out in the quiet night.

"If you weren't here, I might... feel even worse."

Poetry and Wine turned his head to look at her, then nodded slightly without saying a word.

The two walked to the dormitory building, and the streetlights cast two long shadows at their feet.

Narita stopped and turned to look at the poetry and wine, a somewhat tired but still warm smile on his face.

"By the way, Sake-san."

She suddenly remembered something.

"Have you had dinner yet? Want to go to the cafeteria together for something to eat? It's a bit late now, but there should still be some light meals available..."

Her voice carried a hint of anticipation, and the girl's purple-gold eyes sparkled brightly under the streetlights.

Poetry and wine fell silent for a moment, their gazes settling on Naritaji's face.

The blonde girl still looked tired from the competition, with faint shadows under her eyes, but she was still smiling and caring for others.

"no need."

Poetry and wine spoke softly.

You should get some rest.

Narita paused for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"I'm fine, a little tired, but not to the point of..."

You are very tired.

Poetry and wine interrupted her, and she said wearily.

You've already worked very hard today.

She paused for a moment, shifting her gaze from Naritaji's face to the distant night sky.

"Get some rest."

Narita looked at the poetry and wine, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just sighed softly and nodded with a smile.

"Okay, then remember to eat something too."

Narita said in a gentle tone.

Don't starve yourself.

Poetry and Wine nodded slightly, a small but real smile playing on their lips.

"Ah."

As Narita looked at the poetry and wine, the smile on his face became even warmer.

She waved her hand and said in a light voice.

"Then...see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow."

Poetry and wine responded softly.

Narita turned around and walked towards his dormitory.

Her steps were still a little unsteady, but it was much better than when the competition had just ended.

The girl's golden tail swayed gently behind her, gleaming softly under the streetlights.

Her shadow stretched long under the streetlights, gradually disappearing around the corner.

Poetry and Wine stood still, watching the golden figure gradually disappear into the distance.

She didn't leave immediately, but stood quietly until Narita's figure completely disappeared from sight before letting out a soft sigh.

A gentle night breeze brought a touch of coolness.

Poetry and Wine's clothes fluttered slightly in the wind as she turned and walked towards the dormitory building.

The dormitory corridor was quiet, with faint sounds of laughter and chatter coming from afar, along with music emanating from one of the rooms.

Poetry and wine have traversed one corridor after another.

Main character: Chapter 293 Why are there still people here?

The light on the wall cast shadows of poetry and wine, which moved along the wall with her steps.

She took out her keys and stopped in front of her room.

The key gleamed with a cold metallic sheen under the light. She inserted it into the lock and turned it gently, the lock making a soft click.

Poetry and wine push open the door and enter the room.

The room was pitch black.

Poetry and Wine pressed the switch on the wall, and the ceiling light turned on.

She closed the door, took off her shoes, and then walked to the bed and sat down.

The mattress dipped slightly, making a soft sound.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional sound of wind from outside the window and the chirping of insects in the distance.

Poetry and Wine sat on the edge of the bed, their gaze falling on the opposite wall, where there was nothing but a blank space.

She was still thinking about what had happened today.

Poetry and wine fingers gently caressed the palm, brows furrowing slightly.

Narita is the kind of person who naturally treats others well; this is a personality trait that carries the expectations of others...

Poetry and wine inevitably bring to mind my love for Orihime.

Although their expressions are completely different, they are all essentially carrying something on their shoulders.

Narita Road carries the expectations of others.

The only burden he carried in loving Orihime was the guilt of being all alone.

Poetry and Wine's gaze involuntarily fell on the ceiling.

The ceiling light was so bright that it made her squint.

She remembered the way Orihime broke down and cried in the stairwell late at night.

That was the first time she had seen the aloof, brown-haired girl reveal such a vulnerable side.

How am I supposed to face this...?

Until today, the Narita Road debut competition ended in failure.

The act of comforting Naritaji was something Shi and Jiu did on their own initiative; she rarely made the first move to touch others.

But at that moment, seeing Narita's clenched hands and slightly trembling shoulders, she unconsciously reached out her hand.

What?

Poetry and Wine sighed softly.

She stood up, walked to the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The desk lamp was not on yet, and she sat somewhat blankly in the shadows, the ceiling light casting her shadow from behind.

She has never been good at expressing her emotions.

Poetry and wine—their fingers tapped lightly on the table, producing a soft sound.

Her gaze fell on the window, where a crescent moon hung in the night sky, and stars were scattered sparsely around it.

Right now, I have absolutely no idea what I should do.

Poetry and wine: Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

The room was quiet, filled with a cool and serene atmosphere.

Her fingers stopped tapping on the table and instead gently clenched into a fist, which she placed on her knee.

Although the whole day should have been fulfilling, poetry and wine were strangely confused at this point.

Although it was relaxing, it was also peaceful to be with Naritaji.

'Could it really be that I have a psychological problem?'

The black-haired girl pondered with some distress.

He withdrew his poetry and wine, stood up, and walked to the bedside.

She took off her sweatshirt, hung it on the back of the chair, and then went into the bathroom to wash up quickly.

The cold water splashing on her face brought a refreshing feeling. She looked up at herself in the mirror.

His black hair was a bit messy, and the white highlights were so thick that they almost matched his original appearance.

The black-haired girl's dark eyes looked particularly weary under the light.

After washing up, she returned to the bedside and lay down.

The sheets were very soft to the touch and had a faint scent of laundry detergent.

She closed her eyes and relaxed her body.

'Today was another tiring day.'

Poetry and wine gradually became a steady breath, with his chest rising and falling slightly.

The lights in the room were still on, casting a warm glow.

The sound of the wind outside the window gradually subsided, and the night became even quieter.

……

In the classroom the next day.

Sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, casting bright streaks of light on the floor.

The classroom was bustling with activity as students gathered in small groups to discuss yesterday's match.

Poetry and Wine sat by the window, their gaze fixed on the view outside.

Several female horse ponies were doing their morning exercises on the playground, their figures appearing particularly energetic in the sunlight.

Her elbows were resting on the table, her fingers gently supporting her chin, her expression calm as if she were in a daze.

"Hey, did you guys hear? Class monitor Aru got second place in yesterday's debut competition!"

"Second place... It's not first place, but it's still pretty impressive, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's the debut competition after all."

The students around me were discussing yesterday's game.

Poetry and Wine's ears twitched slightly, but she didn't turn her head; she simply continued looking out the window.

"But I heard that the mistake while cornering was quite a pity..."